nobody cares your opinions

you know you are definitely using facebook and nobody really cares your opinion. Nobody really cares what you think of anything that goes by you… just like you, everyone has a facebook account and they write exactly similar the way when anything triggers you.

Most important thing is, we might think our thoughts ‘would change’ the world but irony is, nothing matters. Even this post is also just an opinion and nobody will care about it.
So, see how correct I am! 😀

16/12/16

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beauty of living in sufferings

​going through distresses and pains is beautiful in many ways. because, it is a state that makes people aware of what he is, what he has, who are his close to heart. being in sufferings has its inner power to grow one strong, compassionate, loving and kind. he can hope for peace and even when he suffers less, recovers from the state; it’s a happiness itself!

on the contrary, the sad part of being in ‘happiness’ is constantly being in fear of losing that seamless happy state. this fear of being on happiness makes people greedy, selfish, rude, heartless, unemphatic. he needs to hold more money, power to keep the ‘happy’ state anyway no matter what happens to other for that. 

craving for happiness is a fragile approach. rather living in peace can be objective. even in time deepest sufferings, one can find peace in heart. he can live solemnly, calmly when he knows peace can never be taken away by external anything. therefore, all great personalities on earth did not live a ‘happy’ life but they had done something that caused ‘happiness’ for plenty. 

let us not confuse the very notion of ‘happiness’ and ‘peace’ in our life to attain.

people only value achievements

people only value other people’s achievements which could be personal, social, academic, political, national but it has to be an achievement. people only love heroes, people hate losers. people who achieve are loved, valued, respected by many because ordinary people fancy their achievements.

on the contrary, people who have success are conspired to be harmed, doomed because ordinary and losers envy them. losers are not conspired. people who have nothing have no fear of losing.

Vibrations of the souls

Often I feel that every person has some power emission from themselves, like the magnetic fields do.

Meeting people gives the experience of different types of vibes. Some give the feeling of inspiration and hope, some give feeling of anxiety of everything, some gives serenity, some are just nothing, gives the feeling of indifference to everything.

There are at hundreds of vibrations around. People are different, their life philosophies are different that shapes what they say, what they run after.

Life is beautiful and the magnanimity of the beauty only depends on the eyes of us, thinking process of us. We get as the reflection of us. What we seek is seeking us.

May 23, 2016

I might have lost my ability to write

For I might have lost my ability to write. Last few weeks, I tried to scribble some words off but I failed. It happened to me so many times since I started writing on personal diaries and blogs a decade ago. But this time it is too damn hard feeling, nothing was like this before. I know probably this is another phase of a “writer’s life”. Probably I won’t try to write in future. Everything has an end; and my writings are probably in here…

Even in it, I found a deep philosophy of life. Life goes on, no matter which power rules on earth, how much technological advancement covers the lives of human races, no matter what are the achievements of people around us…

Life goes on. Time flies like we can never imagine how we almost have spent most of the times of our lives. sometimes we might now find any answer asking ourselves that what was the true achievement of this WHOLE life?

More often, it doesn’t matter what we write. not always the thoughts that are deep, the feelings that are crude can be transferred to others. to be true, there is no rule on earth. we are given free space, free will, free choice to do and pick whatever we like. I have seen that everywhere the rules are for very mean aspects, the greater is in the violations of them.

In fact, we all rush ourselves to somewhere, we desperately desire for things that weren’t and won’t be there for long. yet, we probably do not know what we go through. this is not a writing even! when so many works and tests are plied up and there is no scope to breathe out of this hard time in our present urban life in Dhaka, this is natural.

Life is too short to do anything with passion and all sincerity.
Life is fragile.

19 April, 2016

Abilities and Achievements

When I study or work much, I realize i never studied the disciplines i feel really awesome in. I am always away from things of my expertise as I often feel it. I never managed to use my maximum in my studies or in other efforts. This is not because I’m holding excuses of self failures, but it’s just because I’m ashamed of my guts and unemployment of my skills and abilities.

I believe there are thousands of others guys in our education system who are going through the same. They are living other’s choices in life, doing things without pleasure in works.

Life is full of choices, challenges that either kills us or make us heroes.

There is no absolute scale that can measure things on earth perfectly. Little we see and realize, the greater is unseen, unbelievable, unbearable for human heart and mind….

A Poem by John Donne : The Canonization

This is a poem that I liked much in my teenage. I first read this in Rabindranath Tagore’s novel named ‘Sesher Kobita’.

The Canonization :: John Donne

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his honor, or his grace,
Or the king’s real, or his stampèd face
Contemplate; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love?
What merchant’s ships have my sighs drowned?
Who says my tears have overflowed his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

Call us what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We’re tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find the eagle and the dove.
The phœnix riddle hath more wit
By us; we two being one, are it.
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tombs and hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized for Love.

And thus invoke us: “You, whom reverend love
Made one another’s hermitage;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world’s soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes
(So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize)
Countries, towns, courts: beg from above
A pattern of your love!”